4.28.2009

It was a still and collected night the first time I saw the Milky Way Galaxy.With many Germans, an American and a Polish, we stood in the French countryside sipping winethat very well could have come from these hills.

“Look” said Adam. I did and I saw the faint mist. A long strip, the opening of escape from our galaxy.I thought,“Oh My God, hes lost his marbles.”

“Look” said a German. I did and I saw a giant crack in the sky with a green hue. Like poison lips about to kiss. I thought, “Oh my God, a mouth that size doesn’t caress, it consumes.”

“Look” said a pointing finger. I did and I sawa forgotten road. Still with ruts from wagons and children. I thought, “Oh my God, this road can still be used!”

“Look” said creation. I did and I saw a cut in its flesh. Stars scattered like specks of blood from the wound. I thought,“Oh my God, let me out.”

Only the past, the whole past,presents itself here; Moredangerous than the burningchemicals I inhale, more beautiful than second handsmoke-

As I lay, I think of howmany others are doing the samething; Failing to live in the present knowing there is a future- How many others are feelingthis first chill that forgets fall,stinging like winter- Howmany others stars are collapsingas they hope to God, speakingin smoke signals-